I get air sickness from flying, so I'll start on land. After receiving my drivers licenses, gonna bribe an legislature to rename the planet to "Nu Orleans" and open an exclusive pub for CMDR's only, filled with young alien girls, called /The house of the Rising Son". Lord knows, I'll be the only one. Think about it, a pilot needs a place to relax and unwind. No need to bring that home to the little woman. Free drinks for the best story teller every night (Sorry, hookers not included). By the time most of you guys and Acid have upgraded ftom your Sidneys, I'll already be rich.
You need to learn about the Thargoids... Cause I can tell you that your business won't last long given what's going on in the Pleiades.